This is the story of one woman who swore an oath that everything she told is pure truth:
“This was before the revolution. I just graduated from college. She got a place as a teacher in a Cossack village. They gave me an apartment. All the neighbors are full of poultry around. I also started a farm: I bought chickens, put hens on eggs. And chickens were hatched - yellow plump lumps. I liked to mess with them. Take such a kid in a handful and hear his heart beating.
So, once I was in the yard, fiddling with my chickens, when suddenly a watchman from the village administration comes and calls me - they say, for some reason, the village chieftain needed me. Before going, I went into the apartment to get dressed. And when I left, I saw that my chickens were falling one after another on the ground, their legs kicked up a little and died.
When she returned from the board, she immediately rushed to the neighbors:
- What is it? Why did my chickens die?
And they ask:
- Did the watchman from the village administration come to see you?
- I did.
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- Well, he has such an eye, - the neighbors explain to me. - As soon as it looks, the chickens die … You put some bright rags on your new chickens' necks so that they catch the watchman's eyes, then the harm will stick to the rags. And what will happen to them, the rags? What do you think - why do we weave bright ribbons into our kids' hair? From the evil eye it!
I did so, but decided to make an experiment: one half of the new chickens tied bright yarn around their necks, and the other half did not.
The watchman came again soon. And what do you think? After he left, that half of the chickens, on which I did not impose bright rags, completely died, and the other, with rags on their necks, survived."
The modern Russian researcher Y. Rossius notes that "the discussed phenomenon really exists, and not invented by scientists or mystifiers." In times long gone into oblivion, the famous physician Avicenna wrote: "Often the soul affects someone else's body in the same way as its own, as, for example, when exposed to the evil eye."
Thomas Aquinas, a famous philosopher and theologian who studied witchcraft at one time, came to the conclusion that this phenomenon is somehow connected with the special properties of the eyes, which, through "unknown radiation", are able to "infect the air" at a considerable distance.
A similar case of murderous, frankly speaking, "air contamination" with the help of a glance is described in the book of a little-known writer I. Kupchinsky, published at the very beginning of the twentieth century.
“It was in Crimea,” says the author of the book. - At one of the stations I had to meet a visitor. I had just arrived, and he was leaving the station office to drive. There was a bandage over his eyes, as if protection from light. Believing that he was suffering from the eyes, and having a good remedy for the inflammation of the eyes with him, I offered him this remedy.
- Thank you, - said the stranger, - I have such an illness that no means will help me.
- But you still try my remedy. If it doesn't help, then it won't do any harm.
“Ah,” he smiled, “and I have blindfolded so that, passing now through the yard, where there are a lot of poultry, not to look at the chickens. They come across here, in the yard, at every step.
“I don’t understand you,” I said, looking at him in surprise.
- Do you know what my eyes are? As soon as I look closely at a bird, it falls dead.
- Perfectly! So you can go hunting without a gun and a dog. Or at least without a gun, I joked.
“You’re joking, but meanwhile I am telling you seriously that it’s true … Do you want to test it?
- Of course, I will not refuse this.
- In that case, let's go, but with an agreement - you will pay for the bird killed by my gaze to its owner.
I agreed with him and we went onto the porch. Several chickens were wandering around the front porch.
- Indicate any, - he suggested.
I pointed to the most agile one.
The stranger, removing the blindfold from his eyes, fixed her gaze. And what? The chicken instantly calmed down, became lethargic, hung her head, trembled and fell.
- You put her to sleep! I cried, rushing to the chicken and taking it in my hands.
- Not. She is killed. I confess that I myself am not happy with the power of my eyes. However, they do harm without my will … But what will you do ?! Goodbye, - said the stranger and left.
And the chicken never came to life."